The Public Domain Poetry Project returns
Yay, so excited to re-enter this project! Thanks so much for assembling us, Tara.
Hooray!
Prompt: The railroad track is miles away
The railroad track is miles away
but my bed thrums
with the movement of the engine
along the tracks,
warning bells clang
from a distant crossing,
the train's horn a recurring echo.
The river acts as a foil
for sound, brings
the train's low moan
close, so close
I feel its breath at my shoulder
like a long-lost memory
of steam, a long-lost memory
of departure and arrival,
new town, new home, new family.
Laura L. Hansen
Yay! Looking forward to this!
Yay, so excited to re-enter this project! Thanks so much for assembling us, Tara.
Hooray!
Prompt: The railroad track is miles away
The railroad track is miles away
but my bed thrums
with the movement of the engine
along the tracks,
warning bells clang
from a distant crossing,
the train's horn a recurring echo.
The river acts as a foil
for sound, brings
the train's low moan
close, so close
I feel its breath at my shoulder
like a long-lost memory
of steam, a long-lost memory
of departure and arrival,
new town, new home, new family.
Laura L. Hansen
Yay! Looking forward to this!